MAX & SAM - Young Man Rumble lyrics

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Young Man Rumble / Max & Sam[Joe "The Butcher" Nicolo]"Well you know how great am I, I don't tell you 'bout my strategiesI tellin' my trainer, hey, Bodinus, come hereBodinus, tell them, what are we gonna doYou gon' float like a butterfly and sting like a beeAHRumble young man, rumbleAH" --> Muhammad Ali & Bodina[Verse 1: Sam Kellerman]Like a babyface killerI step in a box, and the mob flocksThey hoppin' on bad rock as a lyrical cannon cockJump start the sparkin' in stock barsReign the lost arts straight to the top of hip hop chartsDyin' to do a mob, and doin' the job andCo-runnin' Gothan like Batman & RobinPainful brain full of why I rearrange y'allDelivish rhymes but I lookin' like an angelBefore I came into the gameYou couldn't name a rookie entertainerWho could rhyme like a hall of famerYou got delusions of dope and a dumb planTo battle the one SamRumble, young manHook: Max & Sam (Joe "The Butcher" Nicolo)RUMBLE YOUNG MAN, RUMBLE, WAHRUMBLE YOUNG MAN, RUMBLE, WAHRUMBLE YOUNG MAN, RUMBLE, WAHRUMBLE YOUNG MAN, RUMBLE ("Let's get ready" --> Michael Buffer)[Verse 2: Max Kellerman]New York's a state, my city'sAnd a man who I hate, I pity 'em like I brashed the VidianGot skills, got staminaGot hands of stone like the champ from PanamaBodies drops from body shot, cause I could boxNo need for glocks or karate chopsSo if you wanna see, who the best beCome and test me, come and test meCome and test meGot stardomCar gets stuck from the crockTo the big ball yard in the South BronxMy flavor's good, my flavor's goodHear city, city, you're nothin' but my neighborhoodNew York, New York, so nice, got named twice, andI'm harassin' punks like Mike TysonAnd I'll break, connive, it's worseThan Pernell Whitaker fuckin' up ChavezDisplay skills like a museum so you could see 'emAnd rabbits go fleein', though my skin's EuropeanHit ya man with a hook, in the head, don't even jab itAnd beat you with just, my left hand, like (???)It gets scarier, and scarierGot props on every block of the tri-borough areaKing of my concrete jungleRumble, young man, rumbleRepeat Hook[Max Kellerman (Sam Kellerman)]Rumble young man, rumble (WAH)Rumble young man, rumble (WAH)Rumble young man, rumble (WAH)Rumble young man, rumble (WAH)(Verse 3)Scandal ranges on the front pagesDon't know what his name or his means, but he been rippin' up speakers in stagesDough, reggae makin' women shake and breakin' level cruiseSix o'clock news shown the blues, with no clueAt practice, seen a low rhyme drop jawsThey never see a rhyme scheme so rawIt's a gasp for lostThey gonna hatch a plan or catch and can a damagerDamn sureThe man behind the damage ain't no amateurPro torch, my tractor wack, they eliminateAnd crimincate the good and incarcerate the greatThey'll never catch the guy (Yo, why)Cause they keep on Passin' Me ByOn the evidence, they makin' no sensesThey hark for hedge, and found ten of my finger printsBefore the trooper, they convince his coincidenceDismiss my prints and presume my innocenceSee, they can computeA kid with a face this cuteRock in Luch', knockin' boots and clockin' lootNow I'm off clean as another arena tumblesThat's how the cookie crumbles when a rookie rumblesRepeat Hook Twice[Joe "The Butcher" Nicolo]And in this cornerAnd in this cornerAnd in this cornerAnd in this corner ("Let's get ready")And in this cornerAnd in this cornerAnd in this corner"Let's get ready"{*background chatter*}[Sam Kellerman]Take the time to make the rhymeIn the studio rhymin' where the dime inIs a God damn crime{*background chatter*}